Life is in our minds and in our dreams. This blog will explore who we truly are, who we think were are, and who we can be.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Painting

I bought this painting...I just like to look at it. The atmosphere is kind of melancholy, and alien. It's in a different time and different place than I am right now. I would love to be in that place, in the painting, and find out where everybody is headed to. A train station? A horse race? But I like any kind of painting better than photos. Why? Well here are some reasons:

If a painting is of a beautiful woman, I can stare at it for hours without being labeled a pervert...I'll be an artisan instead.

A painting speaks to my creative side more; like I can look at a photo of a car and say, "cool". But a 'painting' of a car will trigger my mind into a whirlwind of possibilities, and I will end up saying, "Yeah Baby!"

I can hang paintings of people on my wall. Doing that with photos, and my friends will think I'm a stalker or a freak!

No way would I hang a photo of my cat on the wall!

A painting lasts longer and does not rip easily.

My paintings may sell for hundred's of thousands of dollars in 50 years, and my photo's, well, they'd end up in a shoe box.

I can take a picture of my painting...Who takes pictures of pictures?

A painting tells a whole story. A photo of the same thing just takes a snapshot in time.

I've dreamed of paintings...Never have I dreamed of a photo.

It's harder for someone to steal my painting, then it would be to steal my photo from the internet.

My cat can sit down in front of a painting and enjoy it. But the photos she just walks over them like they're some obstacles.